Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 545 -

*Two Weeks Later* *Natalia*

I sat at the vanity in the room Tallon had given me in the compound and brushed my hair. I was glad to see that the bruising around my neck had finally faded. I felt horrible every time I saw Tallon noticing my bruises, and I could tell that he felt responsible for them.

I suspected that he would be spending a lot of time trying to make it up to me, even though I had told him that none of it was his fault. He had no way of knowing that my uncle was willing to put me in danger.

But he had been doting on me ever since. Not only had he gifted me a diamond necklace that I was too afraid to wear outside of the compound, but he had also taken me to several ridiculously expensive shops and bought me an entirely new wardrobe.

If I was being totally honest, I loved the princess treatment he had been giving me. I had always been an independent woman, but Tallon had an amazing way of preserving my independence while still treating me like a lady.

After leaving the safe house, he insisted that I stay at the compound while I recovered, but he made sure to give me my own room so that I didn't start to feel trapped by his behavior. Although I might have worried a few months ago that I couldn't stand to live with a man, I realized now that living with Tallon was a dream come true. He knew exactly how to give me space while also seeing to my every need.

I finished brushing my hair just as a text from Tallon came through on my phone.

"Everything is agreed upon. We are finally done negotiating the final details."

I smiled and sent him back a quick, "That is amazing!" before beginning on my makeup.

I had no idea how Tallon had managed to make the decades-long feud between our families come to an end, but I was beyond grateful for it. It made my relationship with Tallon much easier to navigate now that my family no longer had a reason to use me as a weapon against him.

I leaned into my mirror to apply a bit of mascara and blush. I decided to stop at that and go with a more natural look. I was hoping to spend a night in with Tallon once he finished up his work for the day. Although I loved our extravagant date nights, I still struggled with leaving the compound. I always felt slightly on edge when we were out and about, and I couldn't truly relax until we made it safely back.

My phone went off again and I looked down to see another text from Tallon. "I'm heading home now. See you soon, I love you."

I felt my heart flutter at his words. I would never get used to the way he casually told me he loved me. It always filled me with butterflies. I knew I was the luckiest woman in the world.

I finished with my makeup and settled back into bed with a mystery novel. Before I even made it through the first chapter, there was a small knock on my door.

"Come in!" I said, knowing it would be Tallon.

He peeked around the door, a grin on his face. He always seemed to be smiling lately.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"Another mystery, of course. They're my favorite."

He sat on the edge of my bed and pulled his shoes off.

"How can they be your favorite? They're all the same!" he teased. "Isn't it always the butler who did it?"

"Hmmm... no, sometimes it's the Russian girlfriend," I quipped.

His mouth dropped open in surprise before he fell backward onto the bed with laughter.

"I cannot believe you just said that." He chuckled and reached out to pull my feet to his chest so that he could rub them.

"I can't either," I admitted.

It was a testament to how far our relationship had progressed in such a short time that I felt comfortable enough to joke about our dark beginnings. But I felt that it was important to be able to be honest about how we had started out, in order to move past it all.

Tallon pressed his thumbs into a sore spot on the bottom of my foot, and I moaned with pleasure. The man was the most impressive masseuse I had ever had.

"So, I've noticed that you seem to really like the compound," he said in an overly calm tone of voice that suggested he did not at all feel calm about what he was saying.

"Yeah, I really do," I admitted. "It's the only place I feel safe. I know my family isn't a risk anymore, but I still can't help but feel like I always have to look over my shoulder when we go out."

His face darkened at my words. "I hate that you feel that way, Natalia," he murmured and readjusted the both of us so that he was lying next to me and holding me in his arms. I gazed into his eyes and knew that if I could just be with him, I would always know I was safe.

"I'll heal eventually," I said honestly.

I knew that with time, my emotional wounds would heal the same way that my physical ones had.

"Is it going to scare you off if I tell you that I want you to do all your healing here? Permanently?"

He looked so nervous it almost broke my heart. I knew why he was so anxious to suggest that I move in with him; it was because I had been so flighty at the beginning of our relationship. I hated that our early days would always be marred by what my uncles had forced me to do.

"Tallon," I placed my hands on either side of his face, "there is nothing I would like more than to move in with you." I looked into his eyes so that he could see the truth in mine. At that moment, I could feel a shift in our relationship. Finally, we were moving toward the permanency that we both desired.

Keeping my hands on his face, I used my leverage to pull him toward me and kissed him with everything I had. Within seconds, he was deepening the kiss and running his hands over my body. He pulled my lower lip into his mouth and bit down gently, sending an electric pulse through my body.

I whimpered at the sudden need that filled me, and he responded by rolling over so that he was on top of me, his arms framing my face and caging me in. He pulled back from our kiss and gazed at me as though he wanted to remember this moment forever. I had a feeling that he, too, knew the significance of what had transpired between us. I hadn't just agreed to move in; I had also agreed to everything that came next-a proposal, marriage, children... all of it. I wanted all of it, and I wanted it with Tallon.

He leaned forward and began to lay kisses down my throat, making sure to be exceedingly gentle where I had been injured. His hands remained at my hips as he explored me with his mouth, taking his time to kiss his way from just under my jaw to my collarbone, then shifting slightly to do the same to the other side.

As he drifted lower, I arched slightly to give him better access. I desperately wanted his mouth on every part of my body, and I knew that he would give it to me. With one swift movement, he pulled my shirt off over my head and flung it across the room, grinning as he did it.

"Tell me what you want, Natalia," his voice was a smooth growl and I could feel my body responding to his words alone.

"I want you-" I panted, "your mouth... all over me."

At that, he unclasped my bra from the front and freed my breasts. My nipples were already pebbled with want.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, baby," he muttered as he leaned forward to tease my breasts with his mouth.

He was a fucking expert with his tongue, and the cocky bastard knew it too. He knew exactly how to kiss and lick so that I was worked into a frenzy without even getting my pants off.

Just when I thought I might orgasm then and there, he pushed one hand down the front of my pants and ran a finger over the wet spot that I had created in my panties.

"Already so wet for me," he chuckled against my breasts, "what a good girl."

I couldn't think straight enough to respond; all I could do was moan in pleasure.

Slowly, too slowly, he pushed my pants down so that I was finally naked except for the black lacy thong that I had put on solely for his benefit. I knew I had made the right choice when I saw the slight flush in his cheeks as he looked at the black fabric just barely concealing my sex.

"I want you on your hands and knees," he suddenly commanded, his voice gravelly with desire.

I rushed to obey him, excited to see what he would do next. I arched my back so that my ass was in the air, nothing covering it except for a thin strip of black lace. My breasts felt heavy with desire; I leaned forward and just barely brushed my nipples against the sheets, desperate for more touch.

I could feel Tallon's eyes on me and I shivered as I imagined what I looked like from his perspective. With just a tiny shift of fabric, he would be able to see me fully displayed for him.

Tallon shifted so that he was kneeling behind me, hovering over me. I felt at once vulnerable and totally safe. Most of all, I was overwhelmed with love for him.

So gently I could barely feel it, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my thong and pulled it down so that it was around my knees. I arched my back further, offering myself up to him. All I wanted was to be filled by him, but I knew he would wait until he was certain I was fully ready.

I gasped as I felt him press a finger inside of me, then pull it back out to circle my bundle of nerves. Shockwaves of pleasure rippled out from everywhere that he touched, and I couldn't stop myself from writhing against him, trying to increase the friction.

"You're so needy," he murmured as he used his fingers to pleasure me.

It was maddening the way he would bring me almost to the edge and then slow his movements so that I would fall back down again.

"Please, I need you inside me," I begged.

"That's all I needed to hear, baby," he said. I stayed on my hands and knees and waited as he pulled his pants off and quickly put a condom on.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked as grabbed both of my hips and settled behind me.

I could feel the head of his cock just barely teasing my entrance and I couldn't imagine anything more pleasurable than being filled by the love of my life.

"Yes, yes, I need you," I mumbled.

He gripped my hips and eased his way into me, holding me tightly so that I couldn't slam myself against him. He wanted to tease me with how slowly he could fill me. Inch by inch, he pressed into me until finally he was fully inside.

He wrapped his arm around me and lazily played with my breasts as he slowly pulled back out. I took advantage of the fact that he had let go of my hips and pushed back against him, forcing a faster rhythm. He groaned at my movement and met it, moving faster and faster until I was seeing stars.

He let go of my breasts and moved lower, circling my pleasure spot in tandem with his thrusts until I was a writhing mess beneath him, unable to even hold myself up.

All at once, I was falling into the deepest orgasm I'd ever had. I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle my scream as I felt myself come. His body responded to mine and his movements became jerky as he orgasmed along with me. "Fuck," he said quietly once we both had stopped experiencing aftershocks. He pulled out and quickly took care of the condom, then got back in the bed and spooned me against him.

"I love you, Natalia," he whispered, pressing a kiss against the back of my neck.

"I love you. I'll always love you," I whispered back, snuggling closer.

He tightened his arms around me and I knew that neither of us wanted to break the spell that we had fallen under.

Things between us finally felt exactly right.